Levi Olivier Crownguard

Personal Attributes

Birthdate: Inferns the 6th, 1955 R.S. (1975 A.D.T.)
Hair: Black.
Eye-color: Exceptionally vibrant blue eyes; as close to electric blue as eyes can get.
Height: Taller than Allard Fortunata. Shorter than Dracul Penwulf.
Blood Type: A Negative, or at least what accounts for A Negative in modern times.
Birthplace: Riverluck, Tycortua.
Descent: Dominant Tycortuan; 1/16th Rugegan, Negligible Quatrainian.
Traditional Sunfire Astrological Sign: Arimesser, the sickle of Schalceres the Gardener.
Traditional Naktikan Astrological Sign: The White-horned Brown Bull.
Elemental Affinity: Wind
Preferred Warm Beverage: While he often drinks tea thanks to his charge, he likes coffee more. For further irony, he prefers coffee in the Rugegan style despite Tycortua’s long tradition of coffee making, thanks to his mother’s side of the family from the western borders of Tycortua. When he was young, he started his morning with a simple espresso. Since taking the position of Crownguard and spending time with Adelaide, he starts each morning with a quad-shot ristretto — conflating intensity of flavor with caffeine content.

  • WotL: Still not giving context for the upper limit of height, huh?
  • TWS: Oh come on, Drake is a giant. Which makes it all the funnier how gawky he still looks.
  • MotBW: I think you meant lanky.
  • TWS: I think I meant gawky and I’ll fight you on a mountaintop if you keep that up.
  • WotL: But who is he?
  • TWS: He’ll show up eventually. He is the Chosen One, after all.
  • MotBW: That is sarcasm, right?
  • TWS: Uh… It’s a nuanced discussion. He certainly believes it from a certain point of view, but I can at least say that there isn’t any kind of weird fate shenaniganry going on with him.
  • WotL: Can we please focus on the other big, clanky knight of the hour?
  • TWS: Fine. His taste in coffee is awful.
  • WotL: You hate all coffee.
  • TWS: I don’t think a sane person would ever drink a quad-shot ristretto.
  • MotBW: Does it have anything to do with his weird bloodline? Maybe his stomach is superhuman or something.
  • TWS: What do you mean weird? He’s fundamentally human and the ancestral magic he doesn’t know about doesn’t change that. That’s more a sword thing than a blood thing.
  • MotBW: Hold up. I thought it was a role thing, not a sword thing.
  • TWS: It can be a role thing and a sword thing.
  • MotBW: Then doesn’t the role thing come from the blood thing?
  • TWS: That’s not how the role thing works for the blood thing. That’s a different thing.
  • WotL: Can we move on. I have no idea what you’re talking about anymore.

Family

Father: Zekharyel Jacques Crownguard. Born 1927 R.S. (1947 A.D.T.). Currently living in the Crownguard family estates in the town of Starlight’s Rest, to the north-east of Riverluck.
Mother: Claudette Crownguard née Achard. Born 1928 R.S. (1947 A.D.T.). Currently living in the Crownguard family estates in the town of Starlight’s Rest, to the north-east of Riverluck.
Elder Brother: Aaron Roland Crownguard. Born 24th of Sophius, 1950 R.S. (1970 A.D.T.). Died Athanasius the 25th, 1970 R.S. (1990 A.D.T.) of an aneurysm from complications of severe Mindrot Fever.
Other: Has a handful of cousins in the Achard family who live in the town of Hearthkeep near the Rugegan border, but he doesn’t interact with them very much.
Princess Adelaide Angelica Tycortua is his fifth cousin, though neither of them especially think about the fact much.

  • MotBW: Wow. His family is really boring.
  • TWS: Come on, it’s not like people have an obligation to have mystically significant attributes in every facet of their life.
  • MotBW: Well my siblings–
  • WotL: You don’t count. None of you count.
  • MotBW: Rude.
  • TWS: Hey. That’s my thing. And anyway, I think it’s pretty cool that he has Rugegan great-great-grandparents.
  • MotBW: That’s because Rugego is the only southern nation you care about since they reinvented salami.
  • TWS: Objectively–
  • WotL: True. You spend way too much time in the north.
  • TWS: But the south is so hot. It consistently breaks 70 degrees down there.
  • WotL: Your concerning constitution aside, I have more pressing questions to ask. In regard to Sir Aaron’s death, given the timing…
  • TWS: Unrelated. You don’t need to go beat up any fairies.
  • MotBW: At least not for this.
  • WotL: Hmm?
  • TWS: As much as I hate it, that doesn’t technically breach our Soul-cradle Prohibition.

Skills

Crownguard Martial Training: Includes experience with the enhancements provided by Ancient’s Armor, twenty years of training in Tycortuan school of court fencing ‘L’ecole D’escrime’, ten years of training in Tycortuan school of monster-slaying swordplay ‘L’espée de Combat’, riding experience with both warhorses and griffons, five years of training with a lance, extensive study of a variety of arms and armor, and extensive study of both tactical and strategic theory. Also passable with an arbalest and quarterstaff. A competent enough practitioner of Tycortuan Savate to be called a tireur.
Lightning Blood: The potential, though not currently the awareness, to harness the full abilities of the Crownguard Armor and Whisperwind along with the legacy of his family’s bloodline.
Literary Education: Incredibly mediocre poetic talent. Enough critical skill to recognize his own middling ability. Has never been able to break free from the Sonnet and despises how stereotypically ‘Riverluck noble’ that is. Does know a fair amount of obscure literary and poetic references as a result, however.
Artistic Training: Mechanically competent landscape painter. He finds the physical element of painting — the fluidity and precision of the wrist — reminds him enough of swordplay that he can manage a piece so long as the subject is in front of him and not too detailed.
Logistical Acumen: A fair deal of training in the running of a noble estate, largely entailing finances, logistics, simple legal knowledge, and the modern taxation procedure of Tycortua. Notably, he is personally responsible for running the Crownguard holdings in Riverluck since he refuses to hire a butler and or head maid.

  • MotBW: I don’t see anything about a superhuman stomach in there.
  • TWS: That’s because– Look. He doesn’t–
  • MotBW: Can you prove that he doesn’t have extraordinary digestive abilities?
  • TWS: Not without potentially poisoning him.
  • MotBW: Then add it to the list.
  • WotL: Both of you need to get your acts together.
  • TWS: In. Any. Case. The lesson here is that the only reason he’s as competent as he is in combat is sheer force of will. By all accounts he has more artistic training than martial.
  • WotL: He did start swordsmanship at five.
  • TWS: Yeah, but that’s dueling swords, not war swords.
  • WotL: Trust me, the one does help with the other. Remind me again how long it took you to be a passable swordsman.
  • TWS: No thanks.
  • MotBW: Worstswordsmanofthetriosayswhat.
  • TWS: I’m not falling for that. And I’m still on the sheer determination train. Even if fancy swords help with choppy swords, neither of those skills should directly translate to marksmanship.
  • WotL: Eh. Got me there, I guess. But how often does he actually use an arbalest?
  • ‘Bk’: My lord, why are you taking notes?
  • TWS: No reason. You guys think the reason he refuses to hire a head maid is because of Olivia?
  • WotL: Who’s that and why we should be an issue?
  • MotBW: I thought he hated her. Don’t you mean like that?
  • TWS: We’ll get there.

Likes

1) Pain au Lait.
2) Traditional Tycortuan Rococo.
3) Viewing art exhibitions, listening to orchestra concerts, watching theater plays; any kind of free-time activity that involves little physical activity and simple receipt of information.
4) Ideological restraint, particularly through the concepts of oaths, vows, and geasa.
5) Rote training.
6) Floriography. He finds the practice one of the few fripperies of his early life that he’s entirely unashamed of, liking the idea of believing in a greater meaning behind simple things.

  • WotL: Huh. He doesn’t have an especially rich personal life, does he?
  • MotBW: Can you blame him? His life went through a fairly drastic shift when his brother died.
  • TWS: Though with that in mind, I do have to ask: was he still so… solitary when he was little lord Crownguard?
  • WotL: Wow. Could you have put it in a more insulting way?
  • TWS: You know what I mean.
  • MotBW: Bearing in mind that I don’t watch everyone all the time, I think the fact that he was somewhat more sociable in his youth is precisely why he’s such a loner now; an uncomfortable reminder, you know. At least in his private life. He still has a very, very thriving social life when it comes to knights and guards under his command and Summer nobles who are relevant to his duties.
  • WotL: Speaking as someone with experience: that really, really doesn’t count as a social life.
  • MotBW: Hey. The Ellis’ and related cousins seem to like him well enough.
  • TWS: Uh. He’s kind of an idiot sometimes. Does he know that?
  • WotL: I don’t know, pot, does he?
  • TWS: First off, rude. Second off, how am I supposed to know? I’m the one that asked.
  • MotBW: Focus, children.
  • WotL: I do not want to hear that from you.

Dislikes

1) Wild game meat.
2) Perloran Art Nouveau.
3) Camping, much to his chagrin as a knight.
4) Military flails.
5) Olivia Cloutier.

  • TWS: So I gotta ask — uh, again. Are flails really all that bad?
  • WotL: They’re miserable. I understand why he hates them. A single ball and chain at least has some kind of control over it, but the more chains you add, the less control you have as a whole.
  • TWS: Like, how do they compare to nunchaku?
  • WotL: Worse.
  • TWS: Urumi?
  • WotL: Worse. There isn’t a good way to control their momentum.
  • MotBW: Ah, weaponry aside, is it a normal Human thing to rate a person as one of the top five things you hate?
  • TWS: Eh, he probably doesn’t actually hate her. He just can’t deal with her because she knows how to deal with him.
  • WotL: Are you sure about that?
  • TWS: Probably.
  • WotL: Is that a fact?
  • TWS: I mean, they’re basically childhood friends.
  • WotL: I’m not convinced they’re friends.
  • MotBW: Neither of you have answered my question! Morgan, you’re supposed to be the sane one of us three!
  • TWS: Rude.
  • WotL: The Human heart is complex. Don’t ask me about these sorts of things.